The Scene of the Crime

It cuts me deep And it cuts me wide This gut rock feelin' I get inside And I blame you But it's really me Can't rid myself Of jealousy When I'm away And you're at home I don't believe You're on your own It's my foolish Insecurity Can't rid myself Of

I've had choices since the day I was born There were voices that told me right from wrong If I only listened, no I wouldn't be here today Living and dying with the choices I've made I was tempted, by an early age I found I liked drinkin', oh, and I n